Well, here's a long awaited and VERY long overdo new chapter to me little story. Sorry it took so long, but I have some other things on my plate… o.O But, BUM BUM BUM! I have great things planned for this story! So stick tight and stay loyal!
The X-Jet rumbled as softly as a giant jet could as the basketball court folded in on itself. Some near by students stared up at it in amazement, murmuring to each other with theories as to who was in it and where they were doing. It circled slightly as it rose up on its jets, facing away from the Institute before shooting off into the distance.
Wolverine sat behind the wheel, the mask and hood of his X-Men uniform not yet over his head. There was a stern expression set on his face as he expertly switched the jet's navigation from manual to automatic. He smiled slightly with the corner of his mouth, standing up and walking to the back of the jet. His nose twitched a bit, easily following a familiar scent to one of the storage compartments. He leaned down, shaking his head a bit and lifting the flap. There inside, was a very scrunched, very worried looking Oyre. "You can come out now, kid. We've left the Institute."
Oyre gave him a very surprised look, her eyes darting around her cramped compartment and then to Logan. "You… Knew I was here but didn't make me leave?" She asked, pausing a moment before struggling to free her self, knocking out a few spare parts in a very noisy, comical manner.
"I thought this was somthin' that you needed to see for yourself." He replied, lending her a hand up before clicking the spare parts back into their compartment. "Didn't think you'd ever rest till ya saw if the rumors were true or not." He started walking back to his seat in order to take control of the jet again, Oyre close on his heels. "I asked the Professor to let ya come along, but he didn't like the idea."
"No, I don't suppose he did…" Oyre muttered, taking the co-pilots seat. "I doubt he'd like it very much if I found Mort alive and started seeing him again." She reached her hand out to absentmindedly poke a button but Logan was there to smack her hand away. She crossed her arms and frowned at him.
"He wants ya happy, Kid, but at the same time he doesn't want to see ya hurt." He made a slight adjustment to their course, stealing a glance at her and smirking at her look. "He ain't afraid of ya seeing him, he's afraid of what Toad might be doin' now that the world thinks he's dead."
"He's not doing anything!" Oyre snapped, obviously taking offence to what had been insinuated. "He's waiting for me to find him. He's afraid that woman will try to fry him again if he shows himself. That's why he hasn't come for me. THAT'S why his hiding." She looked away from him, fighting back tears of frustration and the fear that she may be wrong.
Wolverine shook his head, reaching over and spinning her chair around so that she had no choice but to look at him. "He's been gone six months and no word. Don't'cha think he would of sent something?" He gave her a stern, almost elder brotherly look and when she gave no reply, he let her wheel her seat back around. "I know ya don't wanna hear it, Kid, but he may have moved on with out ya…"
"No." She said quietly. "No… He wouldn't do that. He loves me, Logan." She turned to look at him, a fire burning behind an otherwise calm expression. "I'm not the little girl everyone thinks I am. I've grown up quite a bit while I was away, and just because none of you can see it doesn't mean you can continue going around and trying to run my life. I can make my own decisions and if it should come to that, my own mistakes." Her voice was calm and calculated, not once did she raise her voice or speed her pace. Once finished, she stared out the front window, her tail slashing violently at the air behind her.
Wolverine sighed once she had finished, turning his gaze out the front window as well. "No, Kid… Oyre. I guess you're not." He made a few more adjustments and leaned back in his seat. "We'll be there shortly." They both knew that the rest of their trip would be spent in an uncomfortable silence.